When sleep found Harry, he had another realistic nightmare. It was pitch black.
Harry was on his broomstick flying in the air. All of the sudden he heard a loud 'WHISH'
and suddenly get hit right in the ribs. He blacked out and fell from the air. Harry woke up
and rubbed his head. His scar felt like it was on fire. Harry sat there until his eyes stopped
watering and looked at his watch. It read 3:27. He still had a few hours until his match.
He layed back down. He wondered if his dream had anything to do with Voldemort.
'They couldn't be related. What does Quidditch have to do with Voldemort?'
He thought to himself. He couldn't think of a realistic answer. In the morning, after his
match, he would write to Dumbledore. Harry fell back into a woried state of sleep.
"Harry, Harry. Come onnnnnnnnn, you have a Quidditch game in ten minutes!!!"
Ron proded him in the head. "COME ON!" He screamed. Harry shot up out of bed.
"What time is it?" Harry started to pull on his clothes.
"Er.....around 8:21. You got nine minutes now. Hurry!" Ron helped Harry look for
shoe. Harry panicked around the room, searching for his broom in his trunk.
"Okay, let's go!" Harry and Ron flew down the stairs to the Main hall. "I've
got five minutes! Hurry Ron!" They ran across the field to the Quidditch pitch. Ron
bid Harry good luck and ran to the Gryffindor stands as Harry raced to the locker room.
He couldn't be late; he was the team captain. He had Lee Jordan as a Keeper, just
for today. Ron was going to try out for Keeper later that day. He ran through the door
as the rest of the team was heading to the Quidditch field.
"Harry! What took you so long? We though you died or somthing." Fred
smiled at Harry.
"Funny, Fred," Harry sneered and walked in front of Alicia Spinnet and out
onto the field. The fans screemed and yelled as the teams walked out onto the grounds.
They were against the Hufflepuffs today, probabley the easiest team. A tinge of guilt
swam through Harry; Cedric used to be on the Hufflepuff team. He wondered who
would play in his place. The two teams crowded around thier referie; Madam Hooch.
"On my whistle then," she told them. "Three...two...one...."she blew her whistle
and fifteen brooms flew took to the air. Colin Creevey was commenting, being helped
by Proffesor McGanogal.
"And they're off! Gryffindor in possesion, passes to Alicia Spinnet and...SCORE!
10 to nothing; Grffindor. Hufflepuff chaser with the Quaffle-passes-and,-No! Hufflepuff score!
10 to 10;tie. Fred Weasley pelts a Bludger at the Hufflepuff keeper and-what? What's the seeker
doing?-Oh! Look, there's the snitch! Harry Potter snaps into action-oh, his Firebolt is just to
good for the Comet 260-Harry in the lead"-loud shouts from Gryffindor-"and-HE'S GOT THE
SNITCH!!!!! But hey-what the-the two Bludgers have gone haywire!"
Harry flew through the air as the two Bludgers streaked behind him. He flew past the
goalposts and flew to the ground doing a Wronski Feint to try to throw off the Bludgers. He
pulled up just in time and the Bludgers plummeted into the ground. Fred and George flew
behind Harry trying to hit the Bludgers after speeding after Harry from the ground. The
Bludgers were so fast, and the twins' brooms could no longer keep up with the speeding
Bludgers. Harry flipped, rolled, and did loops in the air, and yet the Bludgers would consistently
follow him. Harry tried another loop, yet the Bludgers had odly caught on to what he was doing
and went right in front of Harry. Harry dodged the first one, but the second one smashed him
right in his side. Harry yelled as the first one returned and bashed him in the arm. His arm
broke with a crack. Harry could no longer control his broom with all the pain and blacked out.
He plumeted to the ground as Fred cuaght Harry's broom and placed it on the ground.
Harry was going to die if he hit the ground. Before Dumbledore could even pull out his wand,
Ron stood up from his seat and shouted a spell. A white mist floated around Harry and he
slowed down, and eventually stoped all together.
"FRED! GEORGE! GRAB HARRY!" The twins streaked towards Harry and pulled him
onto their brooms. Ron lowered his wand as he and Hermione ran down to the field. Dumbledore
and Proffesor McGanagoll were allready there, looking up as Fred and George flew down with
Harry. They placed him on the ground next to Dumbledore.
Ron and Hermione kneeled next to Harry. Proffesor Dumbledore bent over next to Ron
and whispered a spell and Harry's eyelids fluttered open. He stared up blankly at his friends' faces.
He grabbed his arm and winced as he tried to sit up.
"Nuh uh, Harry. Stay down."Ron lowered Harry back into a laying posistion. Fred and
George kneeled next to Harry, holding his Firebolt.
"We grabbed your Firebolt, Harry. Didn't want the willow to get it again, aye?" Fred
smiled. Harry still just looked at him, a dazed look on his eyes as he realized the pain coming
from his side.
"Wha-What happened?" Harry stared at Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and
Dumbledore. They all exchanged worried glaces with one another.
"Don't you remember? You were playing Quidditch, and the Bludgers were coming
after you and you got hit." George looked up at Dumbledore. Harry looked down at the ground,
concintrating. Images flooded his mind as he remembered the Bludger incident. He nodded to
them to show he remembered.
Dumbledore stood up, and looked at Ron.
"Would you and your brothers bring Harry up to Madame Pomfrey?" The trio nodded
and they grabbed Harry and helped him up. Loud cheers from the stands pierced the air.
Harry winced from the pain coming from his ribs as Ron, Fred, and George led him behind
Dumbledore.
Harry was on his broomstick flying in the air. All of the sudden he heard a loud 'WHISH'
and suddenly get hit right in the ribs. He blacked out and fell from the air. Harry woke up
and rubbed his head. His scar felt like it was on fire. Harry sat there until his eyes stopped
watering and looked at his watch. It read 3:27. He still had a few hours until his match.
He layed back down. He wondered if his dream had anything to do with Voldemort.
'They couldn't be related. What does Quidditch have to do with Voldemort?'
He thought to himself. He couldn't think of a realistic answer. In the morning, after his
match, he would write to Dumbledore. Harry fell back into a woried state of sleep.
"Harry, Harry. Come onnnnnnnnn, you have a Quidditch game in ten minutes!!!"
Ron proded him in the head. "COME ON!" He screamed. Harry shot up out of bed.
"What time is it?" Harry started to pull on his clothes.
"Er.....around 8:21. You got nine minutes now. Hurry!" Ron helped Harry look for
shoe. Harry panicked around the room, searching for his broom in his trunk.
"Okay, let's go!" Harry and Ron flew down the stairs to the Main hall. "I've
got five minutes! Hurry Ron!" They ran across the field to the Quidditch pitch. Ron
bid Harry good luck and ran to the Gryffindor stands as Harry raced to the locker room.
He couldn't be late; he was the team captain. He had Lee Jordan as a Keeper, just
for today. Ron was going to try out for Keeper later that day. He ran through the door
as the rest of the team was heading to the Quidditch field.
"Harry! What took you so long? We though you died or somthing." Fred
smiled at Harry.
"Funny, Fred," Harry sneered and walked in front of Alicia Spinnet and out
onto the field. The fans screemed and yelled as the teams walked out onto the grounds.
They were against the Hufflepuffs today, probabley the easiest team. A tinge of guilt
swam through Harry; Cedric used to be on the Hufflepuff team. He wondered who
would play in his place. The two teams crowded around thier referie; Madam Hooch.
"On my whistle then," she told them. "Three...two...one...."she blew her whistle
and fifteen brooms flew took to the air. Colin Creevey was commenting, being helped
by Proffesor McGanogal.
"And they're off! Gryffindor in possesion, passes to Alicia Spinnet and...SCORE!
10 to nothing; Grffindor. Hufflepuff chaser with the Quaffle-passes-and,-No! Hufflepuff score!
10 to 10;tie. Fred Weasley pelts a Bludger at the Hufflepuff keeper and-what? What's the seeker
doing?-Oh! Look, there's the snitch! Harry Potter snaps into action-oh, his Firebolt is just to
good for the Comet 260-Harry in the lead"-loud shouts from Gryffindor-"and-HE'S GOT THE
SNITCH!!!!! But hey-what the-the two Bludgers have gone haywire!"
Harry flew through the air as the two Bludgers streaked behind him. He flew past the
goalposts and flew to the ground doing a Wronski Feint to try to throw off the Bludgers. He
pulled up just in time and the Bludgers plummeted into the ground. Fred and George flew
behind Harry trying to hit the Bludgers after speeding after Harry from the ground. The
Bludgers were so fast, and the twins' brooms could no longer keep up with the speeding
Bludgers. Harry flipped, rolled, and did loops in the air, and yet the Bludgers would consistently
follow him. Harry tried another loop, yet the Bludgers had odly caught on to what he was doing
and went right in front of Harry. Harry dodged the first one, but the second one smashed him
right in his side. Harry yelled as the first one returned and bashed him in the arm. His arm
broke with a crack. Harry could no longer control his broom with all the pain and blacked out.
He plumeted to the ground as Fred cuaght Harry's broom and placed it on the ground.
Harry was going to die if he hit the ground. Before Dumbledore could even pull out his wand,
Ron stood up from his seat and shouted a spell. A white mist floated around Harry and he
slowed down, and eventually stoped all together.
"FRED! GEORGE! GRAB HARRY!" The twins streaked towards Harry and pulled him
onto their brooms. Ron lowered his wand as he and Hermione ran down to the field. Dumbledore
and Proffesor McGanagoll were allready there, looking up as Fred and George flew down with
Harry. They placed him on the ground next to Dumbledore.
Ron and Hermione kneeled next to Harry. Proffesor Dumbledore bent over next to Ron
and whispered a spell and Harry's eyelids fluttered open. He stared up blankly at his friends' faces.
He grabbed his arm and winced as he tried to sit up.
"Nuh uh, Harry. Stay down."Ron lowered Harry back into a laying posistion. Fred and
George kneeled next to Harry, holding his Firebolt.
"We grabbed your Firebolt, Harry. Didn't want the willow to get it again, aye?" Fred
smiled. Harry still just looked at him, a dazed look on his eyes as he realized the pain coming
from his side.
"Wha-What happened?" Harry stared at Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and
Dumbledore. They all exchanged worried glaces with one another.
"Don't you remember? You were playing Quidditch, and the Bludgers were coming
after you and you got hit." George looked up at Dumbledore. Harry looked down at the ground,
concintrating. Images flooded his mind as he remembered the Bludger incident. He nodded to
them to show he remembered.
Dumbledore stood up, and looked at Ron.
"Would you and your brothers bring Harry up to Madame Pomfrey?" The trio nodded
and they grabbed Harry and helped him up. Loud cheers from the stands pierced the air.
Harry winced from the pain coming from his ribs as Ron, Fred, and George led him behind
Dumbledore.